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My First Post

So it’s a little past 1 am, I’m watching VH-1 Classic, and a band I can’t name (but I can remember the song) is playing. I just finished updating Spring Thomas’s site. Watching the video, I almost forgot what the 80’s was all about, but this pretty much sums up: a bad hair bad, lots of bad hair in the audience, too; and now it’s Depeche Mode. Everything Counts in Large Amounts. Get The Balance Right. Galaxian. Ginger Lynn. Missile Command. Peter North. VCR’s cost over $350, and that was The New Technology.

I think the first porno I ever rented was around this time, and I can’t recall what it was: The Grafenberg Spot…A Star is Porn…who knows. Actually, now that I think about it, I was at Gary’s house, and I was with Celeste, and he was with a girl named Chris, and we watched something dirty, and Celeste kinda rubbed my dick over my pants in the dark room while Gary and Chris made out.

We watched the movie; they made out.

In 1983 I was 19 years old and all sorts of things were new and cool: MTV, my first apartment, New Wave, REM, and no pagers, cell phones, or internet. My girlfriend Michelle. And college. Watching Thriller at the Dash Inn the very first time it ever aired. Timothy O’Tooles and Donny O’Briens. And my earliest experiences with punk rock: Black Flag, Meat Puppets, X, and the local band scene like Mighty Sphinctor and JFA. My girlfriend Michelle had her car battery stolen from a Bad Brains show at the Calderon Ballroom — an early venue for punk rock shows in Phoenix, AZ.

New Wave Wednesdays at The Devil house. Bow Wow Wow – “I Want Candy”.

I stood about 4 feet away from Annabella as she belted that out on stage at Graham Central Station. Graham Central was a cowboy bar in Phoenix, and every once in a while they’d book a punk gig. The English Beat opened that show, and to this day, it might be the best show I’ve ever seen: The English Beat and Bow Wow Wow. Annabella was something like 15, and I couldn’t believe she was standing in front of me in her little Pocahontas get-up. The guitarist had a purple robe on, and it was velvet, and it was trimmed in fake cheetah fur.

This was 1983.

So now I’m sitting here — almost 23 years later — thinking about what my porno blog is gonna be all about: porn girls, the drama that comes with them…and do I include personal stuff? Where do I draw the line between two? Why are you even reading this?

Right now porn is my life, for the most part.

I think I’ll at least list pics and movie samples from the stuff I’ve made, and comment on them, too. Tell it like it is, cause almost no one ever does that in this biz. Just tell it like it is, whether or not I piss anyone off.

If anyone back then woulda told me I was going to make dirty movies and work with porn stars as a living, I woulda laughed in their face.